Gird your loins for love.I don’t like to be kept waiting so I will just hop in typing the life that everyone would love to live.My husband Raj works...in an American MNC and usually is out of town. We have had a love marriage and I was quite happy with him. He had a medium 5 inch dick and yes, dick size doesn’t matter in love. He knew ways to keep my sexually satisfied and knew what I like. It was then when he went for US for 2 months and I couldn’t bear being without him. I am a decent Indian. I sighed when her thong slid up her thighs and covered her delicious pussy. I'd enjoyed that hole twice. I needed to try out her ass next. She was my slut, my slave, and I knew she'd let me fuck any of her holes. I pulled on my boxers, jeans, and my t-shirt. Dressed, I opened the door.President Brooks stood before the bathroom door, his fist descending to rap it once again, his bony, fleshless face mottled with anger. He had such a thin body, his dress shirt hung from a skeletal frame, age. Ann had not wanted to visit that topic so she let the matter drop, but one day when she was on the toilet in the master bedroom she noticed one of his magazines on the floor and she picked it up out of idle curiosity. It was a copy of Penthouse Letters and it was opened to a section called "Someone is Watching." All the letters seemed to be from people who watched their wives fuck other men. She wondered - is that Tom's fantasy, to see me with someone else? Her curiosity aroused she went to the. Alex didn’t disappoint and took a nipple in his mouth. Allie sighed in pleasure remembering her fantasy from earlier.“Oh, yes, Alex. Suck my tit. Drink my milk.” Alex stopped and looked up at her.“Huh?” he asked.“Oh, it’s just something I was thinking about earlier,” she said as he began to suckle again. “I was just thinking ... oooh God, that’s so good ... that when I do have your baby, you can suck on one of my tits while our baby nurses on the other. Then you can drink my milk.”“I’d love to.